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Big hair alert!!!!!!!

Here’s me (Jane, left) and Audrey back in December 1994, sporting that early ’90s hair. Oh yes, hair mousse was our friend.

I had just turned 14 and Audrey was 16. Audrey was on her way to a Christmas dance. As for me, I have no excuse for my outfit.

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Didn’t you just love those photo booths that used to be in, like, every mall and movie theater!? We sure did. Here are the outcomes of three of those photo booth trips. I think these were all taken in either 1991 or 1992.

The first one is me (Jane), Audrey and Dad; the second is me, Audrey and Mom and the third one is of me, Audrey and our brother Keith. (Note to Adam: it looks like the you, Audrey and I are going to have to find a photo booth!)

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*Today (February 14th) is the last day to nominate yourself or another expectant mama for our Pinks & Blues Virtual Baby Shower!*

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This first Throwback Thursday picture is of all three of us Pinks & Blues Girls, from left to right, Audrey, Mom and me (Jane). This was taken in 1981. I love Audrey’s smile and really want denim jumpers to come come back in style!

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Here all three of us are again, right to left, me, Mom and Audrey. We were obviously enjoying(!?) being out in the rain in all our stylin’ rain gear. This picture was taken in 1983.

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Our lucky kid pick today on Pinks & Blues is The Magnetic Poetry Kids’ Kit!

Enter our Pinks & Blues Virtual Baby Shower!

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This picture is from December 1994, and it’s (left to right) me (Jane), Mom, Dad and Audrey. It was taken before our high school Christmas dance, before our dates arrived to pick us up! Mom, could you have maybe suggested I put a little make-up on? Can you say “pasty white!?”

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This next one is from June 1992, on the day of my brother Adam’s high school graduation party. The fam (left to right: Dad, Keith, Audrey, Me, Mom and Adam) is posing in front of our house, the house I lived in from birth to almost my 18th birthday. Lots of memories there!

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Enter our Pinks & Blues Virtual Baby Shower!

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Just one Throwback picture today… this is me and Audrey around 1989, showing some sisterly love!

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And stay tuned for our big celebrity interview tomorrow!!!

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Originally posted May 16, 2007… re-posted now as I enjoy a little vacation!

I had a glimpse into Mommyhood through my sister’s rearview mirror.

It ain’t always pretty, is it?

Not that I didn’t before, but now I really give all the Mommies out there a ton of credit for simultaneously keeping their eyes on the road and their sanity while driving with children.

Let me set the scene.

It was Monday afternoon. All three of Audrey’s boys were napping while we (the Pinks & Blues Girls – Audrey, Mom and I) were working in Audrey’s home office.

William and Alex were upstairs in their bedrooms, Benjamin was in the office with us.

Since it was after lunchtime, I decided that it would be a good time to make the trip to the post office (between noon and 12:30 it’s so crowded there, you’d think they were giving away free Forever stamps).

Audrey said she’d come to the PO with me, while Mom wanted to stay and work on a blog post. And that way she could stay with the still-napping boys.

But as soon as Audrey and I were leaving, we heard one of the boys upstairs crying for Audrey. And when one’s up, they’re both up.

So we went upstairs, retrieved William and Alex from their rooms, and decided to take them with us to the PO. That way, Mom would be able to write while Benjamin napped some more.

But by the time we came back downstairs with the two older boys, Benjamin had woken up. And he wanted his Mommy.

Audrey would have just stayed home with all three boys while Mom typed, but by that time William and Alex were all excited to go on an adventure to the PO.

Mom wouldn’t be able to concentrate on writing and typing with the baby crying, so it was decided that Audrey and I would take all three boys to the PO with us.

And so we buckled the boys into their seats in the minivan, William and Alex in the “way back” seats and Benjamin in the middle row. Audrey sat in the seat next to Benjamin so that he could see her.

So it was just me in the front. Steering the ship. My eyes on both the road and the activity in the back seats.

Our first stop along the way was Mom and Dad’s house (which is about a mile from Audrey’s). I was craving a Diet Cherry Coke in an if-I-don’t-have-one-now-someone-will-pay kind of way. (I blame PMS.)

And Mom and Dad always keep their fridge stocked just for me. :)

As I pulled into their driveway, the questions from the backseat began… William asked, “Janie, why are we going to Grandma and Pop-up’s house?”

“Auntie just has to get a drink really quick,” I explained.

William: “I want to come see Pop-up!”

Me: “Pop-up’s not home, honey. He’s at work. I’ll be right out and then we’ll go to the post office.”

William: “I want a sippy cup!”

Audrey: “Can you get him a sippy cup filled with water?”

Alex, chiming in: “Wa-wa! Wa-wa!”

Audrey: “OK, get two sippy cups with water. And get me a bottled water while you’re in there.”

As soon as I shut the car door, I heard the boys start crying. They wanted to come in. So I ran frantically around the kitchen, grabbing my soda and Audrey’s water, filling the sippy cups with water, juggling everything as I ran back outside as fast as I could.

And soon enough the boys have their sippy cups, Audrey had her water and I had my Diet Cherry Coke. All was right.

The post office is about five miles from my parents’ house. As we made our way there, we passed by Dunkin’ Donuts.

“Mommy! Let’s get munchkins!” William exclaimed.

“Not now, William. We’re going to the post office!” Audrey reminded him.

Alex: “Doh-doh! Doh-doh!”

I glanced in the rearview mirror to witness two minor tantrums taking place.

You know how Dire Straits wanted their MTV? Well William and Alex wanted their DD.

I relented. “All right, guys. I’ll stop at Dunkin’ Donuts on the way back home. But you have to settle down right now.”

Right then and there I found that the promise of a deep-fried ball of dough dipped in a glazed coating can be an effective tool in quieting a tantrum.

(Just a quick note to self.)

We made it to the post office without incident. Since the boys were being pretty quiet, and Benjamin was napping again, I decided to just run in quickly by myself to mail our packages and check our PO box.

By the time I came back out 5 minutes later, there was minor chaos in the minivan.

Benjamin had woken up and was getting fussy. Alex had taken his shoes off and was inserting his socked foot into his mouth. William was on the donut tangent again.

Back at the helm, I tried to get to Dunkin’ Donuts in a safe yet timely manner. In the rearview mirror, I could see William and Alex playing and laughing together in their carseats, but getting a little rough with each other.

Since Audrey was tending to Benjamin, it was up to me to calm them down.

I couldn’t believe it when my Mom’s voice and words came right out of my mouth: “Boys, if you can’t settle down, we’re not getting munchkins!”

The threat was palpable enough to put an end to the horseplay.

We made it to our Dunkin’ Donuts stop, and the two munchkins for each William and Alex were much-appreciated special treats.

We were able to have a fairly quiet rest of the drive home, interrupted only once by Alex’s shoe flying through the air.

His “trow thoe” warning would have been better received, I think, had it happened prior to said “thoe” being “trown.”

As I walked back into Audrey’s house, carrying Alex and covered in sticky honey-glazed fingerprints, I asked Mom, “How did you and Dad make it through all the roadtrips with us four kids?”

It was a rhetorical question. I don’t think Mom could have answered if she tried.

And so I have a newfound appreciation not only for my parents’ sanity, but for the sanity of every parent who must contend with the hazards of driving, screaming children, shoes flying in the air, and demands for donuts all at once.

Because after just 30 minutes of that the other day, I was ready for a nap!

- Jane

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Audrey and I (Jane) had dinner the other night with my best friend from childhood, also named Jane.

As kids, we were cool and called ourselves “Jane squared.”

We had a lot of fun together growing up, and we had a lot of laughs the other night at dinner. So I thought I’d use this Thowback Thursday to recall some Jane squared memories!

Here’s Audrey and Jane squared in 1993. We were at a Christmas tree farm getting our tree. (Yes, I just rhymed unintentionally.)
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Here’s Jane squared just being “us.” You’d have to know “us” to get it. I know what we were doing here, but I’ll keep it a secret because that’s what teenage girls do. This was also in 1993.
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And here’s Jane squared, my mom and Audrey at my bachelorette party in 2004.
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We don’t have a DVD player in our car. (I know, I know. I’m sure we’ll be one of the last people to get one.)

Matt and I decided not to get one installed when we bought our car. We thought the boys may become “addicted” and take on the who-cares-about-talking-to-mom-and-dad mentality when Cars/Free Willy/Little Einstein is on.

I just remember being a child and going on vacations with my family. All 4 kids in the family Dodge Caravan (with one of those varnished wood strips around the outside, of course).

No DVD.

No iPod.

No cell phones.

No portable games.

Just us kids. Having fun.

Sure, we would have the occasional fights. Mostly if someone was “on my side” of an imaginary line… but that was it.

We laughed. We sang (OK, it was mostly Jane and I putting on concerts while our brothers rolled their eyes and/or buried their heads under their pillows).

We played games. You know, like trying to see if you can get the alphabet on license plates. Or how many states can we find on different license plates. Or the how long do you think it will take to get there game?

Believe me, I don’t think car DVD players are a bad thing. We actually bring a portable one with us when we go on long trips to Pittsburgh or D.C. Or anywhere else.

But there’s something about talking with the boys. Singing the alphabet. Counting to 10. Playing the “I Spy” game.

There’s something special about that.

And we’re usually good for a pretty long period of time.

Well, until William touches Alex’s blanket. Or Alex takes William’s sippy cup.

And then it’s, “OK boys, who wants to watch a video!?”

- Audrey
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When Dad has made Throwback Thursday appearances in the past – like here and here – people have commented that he looks like different celebrities. Depending on the photo, we’ve gotten Scott Baio, Al Pacino and Rod Stewart.

Although someone (C from The Island) did comment once that he looked like Dustin Hoffman.

That one we’ve heard before. Many times. In fact, at least once a week someone will come up to Dad and ask if he has ever been told he looks like Dustin Hoffman… and sometimes people insist he is Dustin Hoffman (especially in places like Martha’s Vineyard or New York City), even as Dad insists he’s not!

So this Throwback Thursday we’ll go back to the summer of 1995, when Dustin Hoffman came to Rhode Island to film a movie called American Buffalo, and Dad was literally picked off the street to be his stand-in during the filming of the movie.

Here’s the article in The Providence Journal from June 20, 1995 on how it all went down:

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Here’s Dad getting interviewed by NBC 10 (our NBC affiliate in RI) just after he was chosen (see Audrey and me in the background!?):

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Here’s me (Jane) and Mom on the set with the REAL Dustin Hoffman (who is very funny and nice in person):

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As a gift from the crew during filming, Dad and the other two stand-ins received their own director’s chairs. When Rhode Island Monthly magazine did an article on Dad, they had him pose with his chair (how “Hollywood” does Dad look here!?):

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And here I zoomed in on a shot of the cast and crew. Can you pick out Dad and Dustin Hoffman? How about Dennis Franz? Oh, and see the young guy with the blue shirt and sunglasses? Audrey and I had the biggest crush on him that summer – but we thought he was SO old because… he was in college!

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So that was our first little brush with Hollywood… what a fun summer it was! We have lots of other fun stories about Dustin Hoffman “sightings” (people mistaking Dad for Dustin Hoffman) that we’ll have to blog about some other time!

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Being the baby of the family certainly has its perks.

As the youngest of my four siblings, my family just kind of accepts (or has become resigned to) the fact that I’m forgetful, always running late and a serious procrastinator. And they pick up the slack for me because, well… I’m the baby.

With that being said, it can also go the other way. As in, sometimes I’m still not treated like an adult a little overprotected.

OK, so maybe I’ve been driving around with only one headlight for a few weeks.

And maybe Mom and Dad have made me promise suggested a few times that I get it fixed.

(Hey, I’m the baby. Shouldn’t this stuff get done for me!?)

In any case, yesterday I did something that brought great shame and disappointment to the parents who I would not put it past to have implanted a tracking device in me as a teenager:

I forgot my cell phone at home.

This meant that after having dinner with my parents last night (my husband Steve was at parent-teacher night at his school), I had to make the 15 minute drive back to my house with only one headlight – and no cell phone!

I know, I know – Stop. The. Presses!

So, this was my conversation with my parents when they became aware of this horrifying scenario.

Mom: I can’t believe you don’t have your phone on you!

Me: It’s not the end of the world. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.

Mom: What if you get stopped by the police?

Me: How would me having or not having my cell phone affect that whatsoever?

Mom: The cop could take your car away and leave you stranded!

Me: I highly doubt the cop would take my car away because it’s missing a headlight. And even if he did, do you really think he’d just leave me there to fend for myself without a car or a way to call someone?

Mom (ignoring my rational question): I can just picture you standing alone on the side of the road with your dogs – and no cell phone!

Dad’s turn to chime in:

Dad: Well, what route are you going to take home?

Me: Why?

Dad: If we don’t hear from you within a half hour, we’ll come looking for you.

You see what happens when there’s no one younger than you for your parents to go police interrogation, Law & Order-style on?

And while Audrey is usually my go-to person when I’m looking for sympathy only a sibling could provide, she is no use in a situation like this. She’s just as bad as my parents when it comes to overprotecting me.

Still, I have the ability now, as an almost-27-year-old, to look at this differently than I would have as a teenager. My parents aren’t trying to ruin run my life, as I once would have thought. (Yes, even though I’ve always had a fabulous relationship with my parents, I was an angst-ridden teenager at one point.)

They love me. They care about me. And when it comes down to it, I would gladly humor them, as overprotective as they may be, any day rather than have parents who could care less about my whereabouts – or my lack of cell phone and/or headlight.

*I’m looking forward to hearing Mom’s and/or Dad’s side of this story, too!

- Jane
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